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[ His smile widens into an even thing as Astarion accepts his token. In his faintly embroidered waistcoat, Gale dresses a touch less ostentatiously today, though the floral pattern and silver hardware cinch it with flair. Blue and violet hues prevail, as is his preference. Apart from his earring, he wears little jewellery. A signet ring adorns his left hand, alongside a plain band that was once his fatherโ€™s.

When Astarion slips the ring on his middle finger and asks after a matching set, Gale stutters a breath. He hadnโ€™t thought of the gesture as overly romantic, beyond the game, until confronted with an image heโ€™s only conjured in his most human fantasies, banished to distant memory. A goddess desires nothing of the sort. Not rings or vows or family. Only devotion.

Dutifully, he ignores the blossoming ache that suggests he wants for more than divine favour. ]


Ah, no โ€” [ He clears his throat with a cough into his fist, trying and failing to obscure a splash of colour across his cheeks. ] If I did, people would assume weโ€™d long finished courting. [ A nod at Astarionโ€™s hand. ] They may still, if you wear it like that.

[ Itโ€™s intended as a polite note, when he isnโ€™t sure whether Astarion means to unsettle him or remains ignorant of Waterdhavian custom. ]

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